In the mountain valley a thousand shades of green and these red poppies. * …
Elizabeth’s Blog
The Machine that Measures the Light
He sees by the light of the sun and the sky's other lights that come and go, revealing at each return the changes of the world, and the changes made by humans of the world in time for better or worse, some fearfully for the worse. He sees also by light given by teachers and friends and the light that is left behind in pictures, stories, and songs, a staying light made of the light's …
Practice Notes: Warp & Weft
Furnishings In recent weeks, I’ve been browsing area rugs, with the intention of finding one that feels right for the loft space of my new condo. Happily, I did indeed find a lovely wool rug, the perfect size, reasonably priced, and convenient to pick up, which now beautifully adorns that space. Yeah! As a side-effect of thinking a lot about rugs, my mind has been inclined toward rug-related …
Practice Notes: Wind
I’ve recently added a rainbow-spiral wind-dancer to my balcony. I love watching it hang quietly when the air is still, and dance in its spiraling way—creating the illusion of vertical movement—when it’s windy. Air In Motion Its presence has caused me to reflect upon the phenomena of wind—which really is just air in motion. Being essentially nothing other than air, wind—like air—is invisible. …
Play!
press play Listen, friend. This isn’t a poker game, some thick-smoked room to keep your cards hidden until the final ante. This isn’t the stage rehearsal where you skip the high notes to save your voice, or those practice runs in the parking lot with a map of orange cones guiding you into reverse and parallel. Yes, the tide will keep going out and back like clockwork. We will always …
What We Need
The Wild Geese Horseback on Sunday morning, harvest over, we taste persimmon and wild grape, sharp sweet of summer’s end. In time’s maze over fall fields, we name names that went west from here, names that rest on graves. We open a persimmon seed to find the tree that stands in promise, pale, in the seed’s marrow. Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in …